The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

On the emerald green lawn, all the facilities are fully prepared, and a bow and arrow made of rare animal skins is placed on the high table, neatly and orderly.

There is a row of mobile archery targets directly in front of them, which are controlled by exquisite machines. The movement is not too fast, but it is a test of archery skills.

Fang Cun has self-knowledge, and I am afraid that I will never be able to touch these targets in my life.

The kids from the rich family became interested and said: "Since it's a competition, why don't you give out some prizes to make it lively."

"Okay."

Fang Cun readily agreed, and turned around to tear off a gold-embroidered and beaded purse from Chi Xiu's waist.

Chi Xiu didn't care, he was full of beautiful things on his body, it was just a purse, so he didn't care too much.

The sons and brothers also took out their valuables.

Gan Ting and the prince were in a terrible situation. Gan Ting's money bag had been robbed long ago, and he had nothing of value in his body, while the prince was even more plain.

Fang Cun gloated and said with a gleeful smile, "What about you guys, what can you bring out?"

The prince had never had such a time without money, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Gan Ting stared at Fang Cun, his dark brown pupils couldn't see to the end, they were still deep under the reflection of the warm sun, Fang Cun was a little scared by him, and he hid behind Chi Xiu.

After a long time, Gan Ting raised his hand and pulled out the silver hairpin from his hair. Although the silver hairpin was exquisitely carved, it was just a silverware after all, and it was a bit old.

"This...this is a little...not right." Those young masters showed embarrassment.

"This thing can phantom sword."

After Gan Ting finished speaking, he raised his index finger, and a faint red light passed by. The originally plain silver hairpin suddenly became larger, and the blade was still surrounded by a bit of bitter sword energy.

Those young masters were stunned for a while with their fans shaking their hands, and a group of people started arguing.

"I'm going to decide on this."

"Don't rob me."

"Competing arrows! Start! Hurry up!"

With the blessing of the sword hairpin, this group of people is as if they have been beaten with chicken blood. They were originally the best young men in the country, but now they work harder. After several groups, eight rings and nine rings can be found everywhere, and there are also many ten rings.

When it was Fang Cun's turn, he had grown a lot, the bow could be raised, and the arrow could be sent out, but it fell to the ground with a thud before flying three meters.

The young masters and ladies around couldn't help laughing.

Fang Cun waved his hand, haha ​​said: "Accident, pure accident."

"Come."

Gan Ting smiled, took the prince's hand calmly, scored twice and shot an arrow crookedly in front of Fang Cun.

The bow trembled, and the ten rings fell into the bull's-eye.

"You're breaking the rules, as agreed, one person shoots one arrow." Fang Cun yelled at the shrew with her hips akimbo, "What are you two doing? You're almost stuck together, isn't it hot?"

The prince felt as if he was walking on thin ice, "I'd better go to the side and rest..."

"No, you can be more casual, as long as you can shoot an inch farther than him is enough." Gan Ting grabbed his wrist, and solemnly handed him the light bow, "Come on, try it yourself."

The square-inch eyes stared at him like torches, the prince wiped off his cold sweat, and drew his bow under this forced gaze.

"pat-"

The arrow landed three meters as expected.

The buddies next to him were so bored that they waved their fans to fan the wind.

Young Master Gao joked: "If the two of them continue to play like this, this baby will be designated as ours, and then no one will grab that hairpin from me."

The short young master said disdainfully: "Cut, it still depends on who has the highest score."

The thin young master was speechless: "Do you think the two of them are interesting? This quarrel is like a young couple flirting. Why don't you go home and quarrel? It's all to scare us."

The fat young master only has money in his eyes, "Whatever, I just want this purse."

"Chi Xiu, you come this time."

Fang Cun pulled Chi Xiu in front of him, but he forgot that he couldn't do it either, but he leaned closer to his ear and threatened, "Give me some strength. If you lose, I'll pull out your hair and set it on fire."

Chi Xiu was forced to pick up the longbow, his small body was wobbly, and it was a bit difficult to lift it up.

"Ten rings, ten rings and ten rings." Monk Fang Cun whispered in his ear like chanting sutras, pinning the hopes of the whole village on him.

"Don't be noisy."

Chi Xiu slowly closed his eyes, and the golden light in his hand gradually became stronger, surrounding the arrow bit by bit, and he drew the bow and arrow.

The crooked arrow looked like it was about to hit the ground, but the golden light lifted it up, flew steadily to the grass target, stopped in mid-air for a while, and then stabbed at the red heart.

Fang Cun said loudly: "Look, ten rings."

Gan Ting just thought it was funny, "Isn't this a foul for you?"

Fang Cun was blunt and strong, "No."

"Row."

Gan Ting nodded, waved his hand and slapped the table heavily.

"boom!"

This heavy blow startled everyone present, especially Fang Cun, who thought the hero was angry and was about to kneel down and beg for mercy when nearly a hundred long arrows floated up from the table one by one.

"Shh-!"

The volley of hundreds of arrows is very spectacular, like flying insects overwhelming the sky, the sound of hitting the target one after another, one arrow stabs one arrow, layer after layer, all are ten rings.

Gan Ting looked relaxed, "Then I did not foul."

Fang Cun was stunned, one was thinking about whether he could beat him in future fights, and the other was thinking about what to do so as not to lose.

"Little Tianzun, little Tianzun."

Before Fang Cun could think of a countermeasure, a human head popped out of the soil under Gan Ting's feet, with gray hair, it was very creepy. Fortunately, it was not at Fang Cun's feet, otherwise he would have stepped on it in fright.

This head is the Lord of the Earth, who is also the current Holy Master. Fortunately, he has cast a spell, and the people next to him can't see a head on the ground.

Gan Ting lowered his head and said something to the land lord, then turned around and walked under a big tree in the distance.

After confirming that the left and right sides were safe, Lord Tudi stepped forward, instead of yelling like last time, he bowed and said, "Forgive me, Xiao Tianzun, Xiaoxian is really worried about that child."

Gan Ting's eyes were still looking in the direction of the school field, and he didn't know if he was looking at Fang Cun or at the prince.

"His catastrophe cannot be overcome by hiding."

Hearing the words, Lord Di Di was a little flustered, and lowered his head again, "I also ask the little Tianzun to give instructions."

Gan Ting straightened his sleeves absently, and said, "I've read his horoscope, it's not a catastrophe, and he could have passed it easily, but you kept him in the palace and dragged him into a weak and sick state all the time." .”

"Then...what should Xiaoxian do?"

Gan Ting raised his chin, "Let that trash help him overcome the calamity."

"Trash?" Tudigong turned his head to look at Fang Cun, "Little Tianzun, you can't say that about Your Highness."

Gan Ting disliked it very much, "If you want to cross, you will cross, if you don't cross, you will fall down."

After finishing speaking, Gan Ting turned around and was about to leave, but the Earth Lord quickly grabbed him, "Don't, don't, little Tianzun, it's Xiaoxian who said the wrong thing, if you can help the little boy get through this calamity, you can do whatever you want Xiaoxian to do. "

"make a deal."